From the bottom of the sea

there are,various reasons why people fall away
some might hide due to neglect
some might shrivel up due to shame
and regret
and all that's black and all that's x'd.

we are runaways.
we are found in subways
in parks,abandoned shorelines
underneath the city

and I borrowed some binoculars to see
to sea:
on the top of the hill
the name starting with a capital C
a punishment scene,just like the movies
it was all for me, all for love ,all for something I cannot believe.
and it was him!
and the whip was me
and the soldiers had my face
and my tongue said their words
I think I began to shake
and I couldn't remember the words to say

sometimes we feel too dirty to be free

we are runaways.
we are found in subways
in parks,abandoned shorelines
underneath the city

and I borrowed some binoculars to sea
sea.

and plagued with aphasia
we forget
we are diseased


but from the bottom of the sea
I remembered you
and you rememberd me too
and from the bottom of the sea
you remember me

1 comment:

Birdie Bourdeaux said...

this is as a good painting.

nice incorporation of the mole people too.
i think about them a lot now.